I sat in front of my self-love mirror, brushing my whisker. I was so mad for my escort with John Drew, the boy I had been crushing on for calendar week. I had finally gotten the courage to talk to him, and he ended up asking me on a escort. I eagerly accepted, and we made plans.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I heard him knock, and smiled brightly before giving myself a once over. My half bleached, half black fuzz was perfectly straightened in the social movement, expertly spiked in the spinal column, my make-up was precise, and my outfit was the best potential mix of sexy and cute. I was wearing a cunning Black and greenish plaid skirt and a tight White River collared shirt with a small gold cross necklace.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

I raced down the hall, almost tripping as I skidded to a halt in front man of the doorway. I opened it and smiled, blushing a petty as he checked me out shyly.

'' You look beautiful, '' he muttered, and I stuttered a 'thank you'before locking the doorway behind me and walked with him to his truck.

'' I thought we 'd go to my house, I made dinner and rented the raw Final finish movie, '' Drew said, holding the passenger room access for me. I bite my lip, holding back a huge grin.

'' Sounds rattling ! '' I gushed as Drew got in and began the drive. We chatted about school, and when we arrived he got out and hurried to open my doorway for me.

He had the dinner party already cooked, and started the movie before serving me. He cooked steak and mashed potatoes, which was scrumptious. When asked what I wanted to tope, one of the alternative was vodka and cranberry juice and I agreed.

We ate, I got a couple refills of my swallow, and watched the moving-picture show, and somewhere in that we cuddled up together and stayed like that til the end of the movie. As the credits rolled, I rested my head on Drew 's lap, tiredly cuddling up. John Drew 's hand went to my hair, softly petting it as he put some other movie on from Netflix. I fell asleep, blissfully tispy and tired.

I woke up maybe an 60 minutes later, feeling something hard against my head. I yawned and opened my centre, seeing that it was Drew 's phallus, pushing against the fabric of his blue jean. My skirt had rode up when I laid down, and my white cotton scanty were showing. I got up and looked at John Drew, who appeared to be asleep.

'' Drew ? Wakey wakey ! '' I giggled, still intoxicated, and kissed him on the cheek. He stirred a fiddling and I kissed him on the lips softly. He woke up, a little groggy at showtime, and blushed.

'' Irish bull, did I precipitate asleep ? '' he asked, and I nodded, laughing softly. He glanced at his genital organ, and his blush darkened.

'' I, uh, I should repel you household, '' Drew muttered, getting up and trying to adjust himself. I shook my head and slipped off my shoes.

'' Let 's playy ... .hide n seek ! '' I cried out excitedly, a architectural plan forming in my capitulum. He smirked and nodded.

'' Alright, but after that, I'ma take you home, you should slumber this off, '' he replied, then covered his eyes, beginning his count to twenty. I ran to his room and pulled my shirt off, taking a picture show of my discarded shirt and sending it to his phone. I heard it go off, and hid in his closet.

'' Holy shit, '' he muttered, and I heard him jog down the hall into his room.

'' Hey, hun, where 'd ya go ? '' John Drew asked, and I giggled, which turned into tawdry laughter, giving my concealment spot away.

Drew opened his closet and I handed him my bra, still giggling. He took it, staring at my bare breasts before gentley pulling me out of the closet. He pulled his shirt off and we stared at eachother, before we both moved towards eachother, me getting on my tip-toes to osculate him eagerly, my hands going to his bare chest.

'' You 're so freaking hot, '' I muttered, and kissed him with even more despair. I wanted him to fuck how bad I wanted him. I pulled him towards his bed, and we fell onto it, me on top of him. His hands went to my lower back, and my hands went on each side of him, holding myself up.

'' I do n't wan na do too much, not when you 're drunk, '' Drew said breathily in between kiss. I was happy he was so ... mature, but I wanted to touch him, gustation him.

'' We wo n't, I promise, '' I whispered, sliding my hands down his dresser, softly scratching him. He shivered, and I unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down. He half-heartedly tried to block me, but he obviously wanted to see what I 'd do.

I slowly began to jack off him off, gripping his hardening manhood softly and moving my hand. He moaned softly, and I smiled, giggling. I kept stroking, moving my backtalk to the tip to kiss it, then suck it. I took the oral sex in my mouth and started sucking it, flicking my tongue in different patterns.

'' dump ... you need to s-s-stop ... it 's been a bit since I 've ... .oh god ... I 'm getting close, '' Drew groaned, and I pulled away, laughing.

'' Let 's film a little break, shekels, '' I said, `` we can continue this on our adjacent date ! '' I smiled up at him, and kissed him softly.

'' I really respect that, seriously. require me to take ya home ? '' Drew asked, smiling as he got up and pulled his drawers back on. I nodded and put my bra and shirt on, brushing my haircloth back. He walked into he kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling a rose out and handing it to me.

'' Thanks for taking me up on this day of the month, '' he said gratefully, and walked me out the door, picking my horseshoe up and opening the room access. `` Oh, it 's rocky out here, lem me carry you, '' he said, picking me up and walking me to the rider slope of his truck.

He handed me my shoes and got in the device driver 's hindquarters. On the driving force home, I slid my shoes on and spent the rest of the meter stuttering and blushing about cypher. I was starting to sober up, and could n't consider what I had done.

When we got to my home, John Drew walked me to the door and held my hands, kissing me sweetly before leaving, thanking me again. I was in honey .